Lost and Found

Ever-present,​ ​he attached​ ​to​ ​my​ ​side. He unknowingly​ ​bears​ ​Shadow’s ​yoke​. For​ ​him,​ ​it​ ​is​ ​not​ ​heavy. Light.​ ​Free. There’s no​ ​inner. There’s no​ ​outer. Only​ ​is. There​ ​is​ ​no​ ​other​ ​person​ ​to​ ​be. Other ​doesn’t​ ​register Unless​ ​it’s​ ​a​ ​game. “Old​ ​man,​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​play?” Sure. The​ ​old​ ​man​ ​meets​ ​the​ ​child. … Read more

The Spaces in Between

Pushing, moving, silent screaming Relinquish the battle within For even the snake waxes anew Yield to renew again Chanted​ ​chorus,​ ​their​ ​chortled​ ​cries Hear​ ​the​ ​sirens​ ​sing Listen​ ​listen​ ​close​ ​enough To​ ​the​ ​spaces​ ​in​ ​between Not​ ​the​ ​snake​ ​nor​ ​the​ ​siren Oh,​ ​the​ ​spaces​ ​give​ ​respite Live​ ​in​ ​that​ ​space​ ​of​ ​stillness The​ ​spaces​ … Read more

Surrender III

Surrender is letting go. Surrender is diving deep into the unknown.  As I settle into a meditation, several minutes pass and the chatter slows while monkey stops jumping from thought limb to thought limb–surrendering my waking mind to the next layer below. I see water circling a drain. It is pulling with great force and … Read more

Surrender II

Have faith in the surrender to the void

Surrender to the void.  I don’t exactly know how to do this. It’s coming from somewhere deep within to surrender to the void and my day-to-day mind (my ego) is trying to put steps and order and logic into this force. This force doesn’t want to be bothered with steps and logic.  It’s on a … Read more

Surrender I

A VOICE FROM WITHIN A fog is lifting.  The sand is wet from the receding tide and previous night’s rain. Waves crash against the beach as monoliths scatter the coastline.  It’s dark and gray.  The sky, the sand, the rocks, the water all emote a gray hue.  I’m alone on the beach except for the … Read more

A Bath for the Man

A vinyl record of Billie Holiday plays while a rust ring tub collects water from the galvanized faucet. The water, too cold to be comfortable, thanks to the building’s hot water supply. It’s as reliable as the drunk superintendent–an ex-navy career guy that drinks himself into a salt & pepper pickle daily and occasionally fixes … Read more